In mythology, Pygmalion was a sculptor who fell in love with a statue he had carved. Yes, well, we can do better than that...can't we?
Sometimes, it seems dreams can only ever be just...well, dreams... then love comes along and sees to it that life takes a turn for the better regardless of our colour, creed, sex, sexuality. Love, of course, takes many forms and lovers don't have a monopoly. Even so, the joys of being in love with someone who reciprocates can never be overstated.
Whatever, Carpe Diem, seize the day!
Sometimes, it seems dreams can only ever be just...well, dreams... then love comes along and sees to it that life takes a turn for the better regardless of our colour, creed, sex, sexuality. Love, of course, takes many forms and lovers don't have a monopoly. Even so, the joys of being in love with someone who reciprocates can never be overstated.
Whatever, Carpe Diem, seize the day!
LATE ARRIVAL ON CLOUD NINE
I
was gazing at the sky,
creating
day-dreams out of clouds
so
far, far, above,
friendly
faces mouthing my secrets
telling
the world I’m in love
and
passing birds flapping wings
as
if to approve,
reassuring
me I have nothing at all
to
prove to anyone
that
I am any less of a man or person
for
loving another,
yet
as I looked away, sipped my tea,
I
despaired of loving someone
so
far, far, above me in every way,
has
no idea I’m gay
In
the shiny steel table top
I
could still see the sky, day-dreams
determined
to stay,
but
a fingertip away, so near yet so far,
as
you were to me
only
an hour ago when we chatted
over
a coffee, laughing
and
joking about, well, no matter what
since
just the sound
of
your voice, the light in your eyes,
the
turn of your smile
left
me reaching for the sky, heart
like
the wings of a bird,
beating,
oh, so madly for trying to say,
I
love you and I’m gay
I
half rose and made to leave
my
day-dreams behind, pay the bill,
get
real…
when
a distant roll of thunder took me
by
surprise, and I sat down
just
as it began to rain, and I had no mac,
wearing
a tee shirt
and
jeans since the day had started fine,
no
reason to suspect
a
storm, so I rose again to take shelter
in
the café
when
I felt a tap on my right shoulder,
turned
to find you there,
an,
oh, so queer expression on your face
as
you moved in for a kiss
I’d
had no idea you had guessed
my
day-dreaming of our being lovers
all
the time,
waiting
for me to share the, come clean
about
my feelings
instead
of sculpting them with clouds
sharing
with the birds,
winging
to, oh, so far, far-away places,
where
the only faces
I
ever saw were yours, its shy smile
just
like the one
you
gave me just before you kissed me
in
the pouring rain
and
I kissed you back, no need to say
I
love you and I’m gay
Copyright R. N.
Taber 2016
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